HP's Foreign Land

When Rommel rushed to England and returned to the old house in Stulusson, his son greeted him, "Why are you alone? Why didn't Snow come with you?"

Rommel was hit, hurt, jealous, awkward, and unhappy as if he had been slapped in the face.

Heimdall immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, but it was hard to get rid of it, so he circled around Rommel, sending basketfuls of good words to his father, but it was a pity that he had been busy for a long time without any results.

"Dad, I didn't mean that." Heimdall was very helpless.

"Well, unintentional words are heartfelt words, I understand." Rommel "mumbled" loudly.

Heimdall couldn't help laughing, decided to try other methods, and took out the Christmas present.

Rommel seemed to take it calmly, "Is it for me?" Opening the outer packaging, there is a box covered with corrugated patterns inside. The lid on the top of the box is transparent, so you can see what is inside at a glance.

It is a crow-blue gold-tipped quill pen. There are circles of purple-green ripples on the surface of the jet-black feather. There is a delicate hollow pattern on the small pen tip, which is exactly the same as the pattern on the box. The workmanship is exquisite and exquisite. It is a French product. , he saw the instructions in French on the box.

This gift was very much in Rommel's mind, but he just kept his face and nodded coldly, as if to say "Oh, it's okay, thank you".

Heimdall took out Snow's share again, and Rommel glanced at it indiscriminately, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Of course, Heimdall couldn't tell him that the quill he bought for Snow was actually only two nats short of the one in his hand.

I chose the gold-tipped quill for Rommel because of his identity, and I thought he would be very stylish when using it. Snow is a relatively reserved person, and his position is not as high as Rommel’s. It is suitable for flamboyant and expensive styles, so I chose a wormwood-colored silver-tipped quill.

But seeing that his father seemed to be happy, Heimdall heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time made the mistake and followed Rommel's wishes.

Rommel asked him if it was lonely to be alone in the old house these days, and Heimdall said that he was used to it, and he was accompanied by pods, toffee and house elves.

In previous years, Neil came to create the atmosphere, but unfortunately she also went back to Bulgaria this year. It is said that Mrs. Krum gave her an ultimatum, saying that if she fooled around outside again and ruined the Krum family's reputation, she would not be honest enough to find her. When someone married, she was kicked out of the Krum house.Neil set off on the second day after receiving the letter. On that day, Heimdall had just arrived in England. They talked for a while in the living room and then separated.

But Heimdall didn't find anything wrong with Neil that day, and he didn't panic or get angry, just acting normal.

Despite this, Heimdall is still a little worried. Nell and Mrs. Krum don't get along well. Nell is a person who does her own way. According to Heimdall's understanding of Mrs. Krum, this old lady doesn't appreciate individuality. beautiful.

"Neil won't be kicked out of the house, will she?" Heimdall said anxiously.

"No, even if you are kicked out, there will be a place to go back."

Heimdall said he did not understand.

Rommel just smiled and said nothing.

After that, the father and son went to Diagon Alley, and Heimdall wanted to buy a gift for Victor. According to the standards of the wizarding world, his boyfriend is 17, and he is an adult.

They first went to Mrs. Malkin's robe store. Heimdall saw that this robe store was having a big sale in the "Daily Prophet"-he would buy a copy of the newspaper for the news of discounts at this time of year, so They rushed in enthusiastically, and after a while, they came out again.

This trip to the gown shop allowed Rommel to experience once again his son's extraordinary taste.

"Those robes are discounted, but the quality is not good." Rommel said nonsense with his eyes open, and he was decisive, hoping to completely dispel Heimdall's idea of ​​being greedy for cheap.

In fact, it's not that the quality is bad, but it's too ugly!

When Heimdall heard this, he no longer felt entangled, and pointed to the Lihen Bookstore next door and said cheerfully: "The bookstore also has corresponding discounts during Christmas."

Rommel couldn't help laughing, and took Heimdall's hand and walked in.

Heimdall picked up a silk book, which was full of strange symbols, anyway, he couldn't understand at all, and then found a book discussing the mutual influence and evolution of divination and astronomy in the middle ages. Books, almost as thick as the walls, and finally they came to the Art Books section.

"Okay, let me see what you have chosen for Mr. Krum." Rommel picked up the books Heimdall had chosen to read one by one, and said politely after he finished admiring them, " His hobbies are really special and wide-ranging, so, besides these, what else does our Mr Krum like?"

Heimdall, who was flipping through the rhythm book, hesitated for a moment after hearing Rommel's teasing: "He still likes me."

Rommel raised his eyebrows, looked at his son in surprise, and saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and his head was slightly lowered. The lines of his side face had an unusually soft arc. For a moment, Rommel thought he was looking at a painting Jolf.

Heimdall looked up after noticing Rommel's gaze. The lighting in the bookstore was not sufficient, but Rommel still saw real joy and satisfaction in his eyes.

"I hope Mr. Kroom's preference will continue."

Heimdall, who was always sensitive, suddenly became dull, as if he didn't hear his father's mocking tone at all. After a moment of silence, he nodded seriously, his blue eyes were crystal clear, "I hope so too."

"He dares!" Rommel narrowed his eyes dangerously. "If he really dares to do that!"

Heimdall laughed and held his father's hand, "Dad, you should have some confidence in me."

"Oh, yes, then you have to hurry up." Rommel raised the corners of his mouth maliciously. "In fact, I've been waiting for gossip about him being severely abandoned by you every day, but it's a pity that every day is so disappointing." He sighed intentionally.

Heimdall smiled helplessly, "I thought you wanted me to live well."

"Of course, but I hope you can live better than you are now."

The father and son looked at each other for a moment.

Looking at the deep smile in his father's eyes, Heimdall surrendered, "I can't say no to you." Alas, it happens every time.

Before leaving the bookstore, Heimdall remembered the news he saw in the "Daily Prophet" about a certain history book's price reduction. He informed his father and turned back to the bookstore. He found it in front of the bookshelf, and he stretched out his hand to grab the spine of the book. At this time, another hand came from the side, but he failed to stop the car in time, and the two hands collided.

Heimdall turned his head to look, and the other party also looked over in surprise.

Heimdall saw a pair of jewel-like bright green eyes, but unfortunately through a layer of glass, it was Harry Potter.

Harry withdrew his hand, smiling a little awkwardly.

"I just saw that there is another one on the top." Heimdall reached the upper layer and pulled it out excitedly. After a look, he found that it was a book by Gilderoy Lockhart, with a big promotion printed on the cover , just covering Lockhart's handsome face.

Heimdall was embarrassed. How could this guy's book be in the same pattern as the cover of a history book? He sneaked a glance at Harry Potter. In order not to hurt his self-esteem, the human child was trying to restrain his facial expression.

So Heimdall decided to give the book to Mr. Potter very loyally.

Harry shook his hand, "You were the one who got it first."

"It's okay." Heimdall stuffed the book into his hand. "I've bought a lot of books on the history of magic, and this one is not bad. Let me tell you, this book is the best deal to buy today. Lichen is discounted until today. There is no such store after this village... Oh, The next store will have to wait until next year." A look of careful planning.

Harry was a little sluggish at first, but when he regained his senses, the way he looked at Heimdall changed subtly, as if "something" was missing—a layer of "something" that couldn't be explained was missing.

"Do you like reading books on the history of magic?" Harry tried to strike up a conversation with him.

"Super annoying!" Heimdall said firmly.

"Me neither," said Harry.

"I got a bad grade in History of Magic," said Heimdall.

"My History of Magic grade was pretty bad, too," said Harry.

"But the worst thing is not History of Magic."

"I'm terrible at Potions."

"I'm worst at Potions, and I'm not so good at astronomy."

As soon as Heimdall finished speaking, the two boys couldn't help but looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time.

"I heard that your grades are very good." The emerald sparkled with joy.

Heimdall has always found his eyes to be very charming, really pleasing to the eye.

"Because our school is used to calculating the total score." Heimdall laughed. "If you have a big score in a single subject, you won't be able to see it."

Harry nodded, and the two fell silent.

Heimdall looked at him and said, "My father is still waiting for me at the door."

Harry nodded again and moved out of the way.

Heimdall said goodbye to him, he opened his mouth, scratched his head, and finally only spit out the words "goodbye".

Heimdall took two steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "Thank you for the Christmas gift, a very beautiful wizard chess."

Although he knew he was being polite, Harry was glad to hear that.

"I don't know what you like." Harry smiled shyly.

"I like black magic, the more complicated the more exciting."

Harry froze again.

Heimdall laughed and said, "I'm just kidding, don't take it to heart." He waved to him and left.

When he walked to the door, he found that Rommel and Mr. Black were talking about something, and they seemed to have a good conversation?

Sirius stopped abruptly the moment he saw him, and Rommel didn't care, and said to his son, "Okay?"

Heimdall said yes, then turned to Sirius, "Hello."

Sirius kept staring at him, dazed, and it took a while to realize, and said "Merry Christmas!" uncomfortably.

"Thank you for the Christmas present, I like it very much," said Heimdall.

"I didn't choose it! Who knows what kids like nowadays!" Sirius spoke out hurriedly, then suddenly realized something, and turned his head stiffly.

The atmosphere suddenly became less favorable.

This is already the second time, and Heimdall has vaguely found some experience, but he hasn't figured out how to deal with it.

Rommel stood up to say goodbye to Sirius at this time, and Sirius said in a tense voice, "The weather in England is really getting worse and worse, and it's easy to upset people."

Heimdall thought this was probably the closest he could come to an apology after some sort of mental struggle.

***

After returning home, they drank afternoon tea together, and Heimdall asked the house elf to make him a sandwich, asking for two layers of ham, without pickles and vegetable leaves.The sandwich that the elf brought up did have two layers of ham, but the vegetable leaves also became two layers.

While Heimdall was chewing the vegetable leaves in pain, Rommel said: "Mr. Black is a man of great taste."

Heimdall nodded in agreement. Apart from the embarrassment in the ancient kapok town and when he appeared in court, Heimdall found that he was very good at dressing in the next two meetings.Although I don't know much about these things, and I don't have talent, but it looks pleasing to the eye, so it shouldn't be bad.

Rommel noticed Heimdall's gaze when they parted just now, so he said, "It seems that he still likes your Christmas present."

Heimdall bit the sandwich and hesitated, "Victor chose it for me. He said the one I chose was not suitable for Mr. Black."

In other words, "unsuitable" means ugly. Rommel thought that he and Klum might have something in common in this regard.

Heimdall's Christmas gift to Sirius was a pair of shield-shaped cufflinks. There was a light lion's head pattern in the middle of the dark gold button surface. It was hard to see the pattern unless you looked carefully.

The reason why Rommel said that Sirius might like it was because Heimdall noticed that he was wearing the pair of cufflinks.

At that time, he was hiding in the ancient town of Kapok, wearing ragged clothes and eating three meals a day. Under such a difficult environment, he would subconsciously button up his sleeves neatly, even though the pair of cufflinks were so torn that they were about to be broken.

Although he broke away from his family and the aristocratic class he hated when he was young, certain things were innate, hidden in his blood, and had been subtly influenced by his environment and the people around him before his ideas were formed.

Taking another bite of the sandwich, Heimdall said hesitantly, "Actually, I'm quite afraid of facing him."

Rommel did not speak, and waited for the following.

"Every time I see him, I feel guilty. I have occupied the body of his real son-although this is not my decision. Bearing the complex emotions he faces his son, his distress is not for me. "

"So no matter how he treats you, you will accept it calmly?"

"The original Rieger longed for fatherly love. Although I had never been in contact with him, some instinctive reactions left in his body made me think that Rieger wanted a father. He had nothing to do with this father whom he had never met. Hate."

Rommel felt that this topic was too heavy, but he couldn't let go of such a heart-to-heart conversation with his son, so he resisted not changing the subject.

"Sometimes I even thought about telling him all this and forgetting about it, but then I thought it was not a good time. If I did tell everything, he might think that 'Rig' was resenting him instead. Resentment to the point of fabricating such unreliable lies to release hatred."

"It's possible he just doesn't care," Rommel said.

really don't care?Heimdall doesn't think so, because he always observes Sirius Black from the perspective of a bystander, so he can be sure that Mr. Black doesn't feel nothing about Rigg.

"Father, you have always treated him kindly and politely, isn't it out of a similar mentality?" Heimdall looked at his father.

Rommel fell silent, and if he didn't speak, he didn't refute.

Yes, he was actively recommending lawyers, actively helping Black to get his property back, actively smoothing out obstacles from the Ministry of Magic that he might face after returning to the UK, and actively to the point that Elder Long believed that he had started to take bad things again—— A new and more terrifying conspiracy is brewing.If he told Lange that he just wanted to help Black, Lange would definitely think that he was under the Imperius Curse.

As a father, Rommel should be grateful to Sirius, without him, there would be no lovely son.

As the patriarch of the Sturluson family, he should be more grateful to Sirius. Without him, there would be no Jolf Sturluson in this life.

However, stop there.

Rommel doesn't have much feeling for Blake. He thinks that the distance is just right, and he doesn't intend to go any further or intentionally fight against him. He is not Mr. Malfoy who died of his sister-although it may be rude to Ivy to think so, but Ivy Rommel was a stranger, and Sirius was a... stranger who was more familiar than a stranger.

As for the idea of ​​getting the money from the Blacks for Rigg that he had considered a long time ago, he had long since given up on that plan after so many things, because his Rigg was not the Rigg he thought he was.

Mr. Black and Mr. Potter are like father and son. While Heimdall is happy for them, he also feels guilty about this feeling. The original owner of his body has not been able to see Mr. Black until his death.As the saying goes, "Cannibals have soft mouths and short hands", but he used other people's bodies!

Thinking of this, Heimdall sighed, "I even thought that if Mr. Black was lonely in his later years, although it is unlikely, Mr. Potter would definitely take good care of him. I mean, if, if he really only has one I will support him, take him to my side and take care of him, and provide all the help I can."

Rommel smiled slightly, and touched Heimdall's head. The latter frowned and lowered his head to eat the sandwich. The ham had already been eaten, and only the vegetable leaves were left.

"Then what should I do?" Rommel pretended to be angry. "You go to support others, who will support me?"

Do you still need support?Fortunately, I held it back in time and didn't really blurt it out.

Heimdall smiled brightly, "This is just a hypothesis."

In fact, as far as he is concerned, Rommel Sturluson can still arrange his life in a more colorful way even at the age of seventy and eighty.

After nibbling the last vegetable leaf, Heimdall breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Rommel say, "From your words, you seem to have always viewed this matter from the perspective of an outsider."

Heimdall nodded.

"Actually, you were one of the players when you met Sirius Black."

Heimdall was puzzled.

Rommel added, "The 'son' that Sirius Black came into contact with was you, not the original Rig. You, because Blake's living son was you all the way."

Heimdall was stunned when he heard that.